When the rest of the platoon, clad in their brand-new armor, marched back in, I led them once again in the same warm-up exercises we had done before. For them, at least, this proved to be much more of a workout than they expected, with the weight of the armor on their bodies and the negligible, but noticeable, limitation of their mobility. When the routines were complete, several of the less-experienced troopers were clutching at stitches in their chests, sides, or backs, while others were nursing small muscle kinks. — — — — — — “You got it, ma'am!” — — — “Surprise,” I said, deadpan. — — — — — —